The olympians forbidden young love

A quiet ride

Ok, what the hell just happened. On minute I was on the brink of bursting into tears as I thought about everything that happened the night before started to hit me, the next think I know Im being pulled up onto the back of the most beautiful horse I’d ever seen by the sexiest guy I’d ever seen. Things like this do not normally happen in my village. I was about to pinch myself but then the horse picked up the pace- I’m not normally a bad rider but I’m used to sitting on a saddle with reins- not perching behind it unable to see anything because the rider infornt of me was blocking my view. The last thing I needed was to fall off and make a prat of myself, and my hangover wasn’t helping. I took a deep breah then as confidently as I could held on to the mans jacket. ‘Hold on as tight as you like’ he whispered, so almost questioned if I heard it. But then none of this seemed real.

We walked past one of my neighbours. She was the farmers daughter and although it would have been great to have a friend in the village we hadn’t spoken since she moved to a posh school and her mum told mine that she didn’t have time to see me anymore. She spent most her time away on fancy trips now, but when she was here she had her own private yard with several very expensive horses so I still didn’t see her. As we went by I saw her eyes take in the guy and she licked her lips, until she saw me behind him, I’m sure I saw her eyes narrow then. Luckily the we just carried on walking past.

I sighed, I could happily have stayed up here with this man forever, apart from he probably thinks I’m a jerk for letting a potential s****l predator. I start to feel awkward about what he must think of me, my breath starts catching in my throat. ‘Just so you know I’m going to the police before college tomorrow’ I blurt out, ‘I was being selfish last night but I think I was just too drunk and-‘

I’m talking really fast and suddenly he hops down off the horse- so quickly I’m left clutching at thin air where his shirt used to be- suddenly the horse sees something it doesn’t like the look of and jumps to the side- with nothing to hold on to I slip straight off and into two very strong muscular arms. The man has caught me somehow and holds me gently by my elbows, suddenly I’m aware how close our bodies are, the musky small of his aftershave surrounds me and I forget what I was saying.

‘I dealt with it, there’s no need for you to go to the police, they’ve already arrested him’ he says.

‘What? How is that possible?’

‘We had an attack on another lady at the club a couple of weeks ago, after which we installed a new camera system and digital ID database of customers, I had a suspicion it was the same man so I called her last night and the police, and they tracked him down and did an identity parade. She called me this afternoon to confirm it was him and they’ve charged him.’ His face was very close to mine and he was still holding my arms, but gently, as he finished he was staring deep into my eyes, as if trying to work out what I was thinking.

‘Y-you’re a cop?’ I hissed, backing away slightly.

‘No’ he sighed as he released his grip ‘My dad owns the club… he made me the manager a few months ago. I take my customers safety very seriously’ he added, still staring at me quite intently. ‘I would also rather the police weren’t aware we had underage girls managing to sneak in there’ he added quietly, his voice suddenly felt cold and distant.

‘Oh.’ I looked around as the silence grew a bit awkward, I saw we were in my friends’ old yard. I cleared my throat and raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

‘Ah yes, sorry you must be wondering why we’re here, my name’s Johannes by the way’- he extended his hand out to me, I took it in a hand shake that seemed strange as 2 minutes ago I had my hands at his waist holding his on to his jacket.

‘Clara’ I replied, glancing into his eyes as he held my hand a little longer than I thought was probably normal for an introduction. ‘Pleasure to meet you… properly anyway’.